Luckily, we now know that those doctors didn't get the last say, and we have our beautiful, wonderful little girl to celebrate her second Christmas. Now, as I hang the embroidered stockings we had made last year, the ornaments we rushed out to buy at the last minute so they would be on the tree for Christmas Day, and I see the haphazardly-packed trimmings, thrown into boxes as we cleared them away before surgery, I can't help but remember how different last year was. Last week, when we saw Scarlett's NP in clinic, we were discussing the plan for December, and I just broke down at the thought of it all. It has been such an overwhelming experience (that is nowhere near an end) and the magnitude of it is not always in our immediate thoughts, and every once in a while something will trigger a memory of how close we came to disaster.
To help distract us from the sometimes-upsetting feelings, we are keeping busy. Last week, we got to go to the Dickens Christmas Faire thanks to our lovely friend Grace. We have two birthday parties, a graduation party and a Santa visit this weekend, plus we're making time to see Christmas in the Park, as many lighted houses as we can find and maybe even some caroling. I have cookies to bake for an exchange party, doctor/NP/therapist gifts to prepare, shopping and wrapping on top of the regular 5-a-week appointments. Oh, and my car needs a SMOG test. If that doesn't keep us distracted enough, we can always do this: